The Sunstone Brooch : Time Travel Romance by Katherine Logan (i am reading a book TXT) π

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Remy twirled one of his drumsticks. βGlad I brought a book to read. No TV, no laptop. And you and Ensley are almost eye-fucking, so Iβm on my own.β
βDonβt be crude.β
Remy almost sprayed out the whisky he was drinking. βMe? Youβre the crude one, and itβs hard to believe, but your language is worse than Rickβs.β
βPennyβs made him clean it up. Itβs not so bad now, and mineβs getting better.β
Remy shrugged. βWhatever. So whatβs your game plan?β
βWine and dine her and see where it goes.β
Remy sat up and put his feet on the floor. βI finally figured you out, OβGrady. Youβve been fucking with the whole family. Youβre not on painkillers, and youβre not an asshole. You were, right after the accident, but not now. You havenβt bugged me for painkillers in twenty-four hours, and I think you were palming them anyway. So whatβs the deal?β
Austin ignored him while he poured a drink. βI know you tell Elliott everything. All Iβm asking is that you donβt mention the painkillers for a few days. Give me time to talk to JL and Kevin first. I owe them that much.β
βWhat about your Dad?β
βIβll invite him out to the ranch and talk to him after I talk to Elliott.β
βI hate to tell you, but if JL knows anything, Jack knows. If Jack knows, Charlotte knows. If Charlotte knows, Elliott knows. So how the hell are you planning to keep it from Elliott for more than two hours after you tell JL?β
Austin ran his fingers over his scruff, making a scratching noise. βI donβt know. Ask her to keep it to herself for once.β
βImpossible, but I have a question. Whyβd you want everyone to think the worst of you?β
βI was mad, frustrated, and sick of all the interference. I was busting my ass to make a comeback and going cold turkey, and the pressure from the family was messing with my focus. So I cut everyone off. It was easier. In hindsight, it probably made it worse, butβ¦β He smiled, thinking about Ensley. βIf I hadnβt been an ass, Pops wouldnβt have insisted I come on this trip, and I would have missed getting to know Ensley.β
Remy upended his glass over his mouth to catch any remaining drops before heading back to the liquor cabinet for a refill. βYouβre not stepping on JCβs turf, are you?β
βI donβt think so. Theyβve known each other for a decade and never pursued a relationship. If Ensley has feelings for JC, sheβll let me know. Short of that, Iβm going for it. I might crash and burn, but I gotta do it.β
Remy refilled his glass and clinked it against Austinβs. βIf you want me to get out of the way, just send me a signal.β
βOnce the train leaves the station, we have orders not to leave it. So if it works out, cover your ears.β
Remy clinked his glass against Austinβs again. βI doan expect a detailed report, but if thereβs anything you feel like sharing, Iβm all ears.β
βIβll either have a smile on my face, or Iβll be begging for painkillers to help me survive the rejection.β
Remy slapped him on the shoulder. βForget it. I know the truth now. Youβre on your own.β
βShit. I knew I shouldnβt have trusted you.β
βAustin,β Ensley yelled. βWhereβs my drink?β
Austin made a fake jump shot. βThree for OβGrady.β Then he poured Ensleyβs drink and whistled his way out of the drawing room.
Remy drummed his stick on the top of the liquor cabinet. Ba-dum-CHING.
50
The Train (1885)βEnsley
Ensley stripped out of the clothes sheβd worn for weeks and kicked them into a corner. βUgh. Gross.β She should throw them away but knew if she did, sheβd just dig through the trash and salvage them. They were so dirty they could stand up on their own, but she had an emotional attachment to the clothes that she couldnβt breakβyet.
If she soaked them in the tub overnight, maybe the filth would wash out.
She rolled up the jeans, blouse, and underwear, tucked them inside the jacket, then tied the sleeves together, making a tight bundle of stinky clothes.
From the window, she caught a glimpse of the shining black hulk of a locomotive. It was slowly backing up to their car. She braced for the coupling, and the force pitched her onto the bed. βWell, damn.β She gripped the headboard, waiting for the train to jerk forward, which wasnβt nearly as bad. The conductor blew his whistle, and the train picked up speed. They were finally on their way to Kentucky.
Now she needed something to wear while she unwrapped packages.
At the foot of the bed was a lightweight blanket. She shook it out and wrapped it around her like a Turkish towel. Then she relaxed in a tall-back occasional lounge chair. It seemed like the first time sheβd been able to sit down and take a deep breath in daysβ¦or weeks. Her life had been in survival mode since the day she arrived here. And except for those evenings with TR talking about books and history, this was the first time she felt completely safe.
In front of her was a lifetimeβs worth of Christmas presents. Sheβd never seen so many packages in one place at one time. There were hatboxes, shoeboxes, and a dozen or more coat-size boxes. She didnβt have the energy to go through all of them, but she had to find something to wear after her bath.
The first few she opened had silk and cotton dresses in earth tones, with ruffles and high collars that would create body-hugging silhouettes with narrow shoulders and tight sleeves. Gorgeous clothes, and if she wasnβt so tired, sheβd try all of them onβafter her bathβeven the corsets, petticoats, and bustles.
She glanced at the dresses draped over the furniture and spotted a two-piece chestnut brown silk outfit with a long peplum bodice trimmed in brown and blue-striped floral brocade, pipe stand collar and cuffs, and brass buttons. If
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